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The silence of the ditch was broken by a sharp snap of a twig. Nathan peered over the earthen rim, his face illuminated by a warm, comforting smile as he spotted the figure curled within. Abaddon looked up, eyes defensive and wary, contrasting sharply with Nathan’s cheerful demeanor. The demon found himself bound in a mortal shell, staring up at this unexpected savior. Nathan extended a hand, his grin unwavering against the gloom of the pit, offering an olive branch to the fallen entity trapped in the dirt.